Zeke Dunbar Novels & Stories

Tbc💗⏳ Zeke's a troublemaker but could be romantic at times. Now we'll know what's going on in that stupid head of Zeke's. Teaser: Stay tuned!

Zeke Mathews was a businessman. Not just any businessman, but one of the youngest bachelors to establish such a successful empire in New York. Thalassa had heard about him in business conversations but had only seen a picture of him once. Perhaps that was why she didn't recognize him immediately. The morning after their agreement, Zeke came to pick her up to take her to his house to meet his grandmother. On the way, he tried to make conversation, but Thalassa wasn't in the mood. She gave him one-word answers until he gave up trying to get her to speak.

Zeke said, his tone uncharacteristically submissive. "Dapat lang! Nakakairita 'yang babae na 'yan—mukha na ngang espasol, paiyak-iyak pa. Kairita!" Xielle grumbled, leaning back into the cushions. "Malamang! Mapapaanak ako ng wala sa oras dahil sa mga 'yan, bwesit." Arthur turned back to Zeke, his expression turning lethal again. "What's your plan, Zeke?" "Ruin their entire legacy," Zeke replied, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

Standing a few steps away from him, Zeke said smilingly, "I heard it was your parents' death anniversary today. I'm sorry that Misty forgot about it because she was too busy fussing over me. She didn't hold up your visit, did she?" Carter's expression crumpled when Zeke made fun of the important day. Taylor, who served as both Carter's bodyguard and assistant, stepped forward and grabbed Zeke by the shoulder. Still, Carter, ever the gentleman, suppressed his anger. He addressed Zeke coldly, "You should really work on yourself instead of wasting your time on me. Do you have anything to show apart from that face you share with Zach?" Compared to Zach, Zeke was truly a good-for-nothing. His bus

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.

I need Anubis. If you were going to come back at any time, now would be the perfect time. I push harder, trying so hard to reach out to him, but still nothing, just emptiness. Where the hell is he? I’m pulled from my thoughts as Duron, Kendrick, and Kira fly past me. Zek stays by my side and gives me a reassuring nod. Wait pain might pull him forward. "Zek I need you to punch me." I get out while running, and Zek looks at me, baffled.

Zeke laughing, goofing around, people cheering. Then the screen shifted. The music changed. “Zeke Evans,” my voice said. “Known for his charm, his leadership, and his ability to win anyone over. But that wasn’t his true name.” “Zeke Evans,” the voice-over said. “Or should we say… Ezekiel Evans Jr. Lillard.” The crowd quieted. Zeke’s smile froze. Images appeared: A yearbook photo showing Zeke's name, old newspaper headlines. “Son of Ezekiel Lillard, former business mogul and head of an underground syndicate.”

Moreover, after they heard of the potential fighting tournament that was about to happen, the crowd grew even more excited. Wilbur led his group to a table outside of the Octacharm and took their seats. A server came and took their orders. Just then, Chester said, "Sir, I know a little bit about Zeke." "Oh? Do tell," Wilbur urged. Chester said, "Before I became a Sanctuary level cultivator, Zeke was already an expert at the Sanctuary level. I'm afraid he has spent thirty years at that level, making him one of the oldest Sanctuary level cultivators. On top of that, his cultivation method is quite unique, making him quite a famous figure in Riverwest Province."

However, Zeb mused to himself for a moment before striding up to Vicky. At the same time, Cindy stayed behind him—it only took Vicky one slap to tame her. As Zeb reached Vicky, he held out a hand. "Allow me to formally introduce myself, Ms. Turnbull. I'm Zeb Larkin, and my father owns Zeb Trust." Vicky glanced at him. "What do you want?" Zeb smiled and brushed his fingers through his bangs elegantly. "So I was just thinking we could discuss the distributor's rights for the Rejuvenation Pill…"

We will buy new stuff "I shake my head, and he scoffs. "I'm poor, I am not buying new stuff." "I will, I'll go get you stuff tomorrow. Sam wants to see you "I tell him and let out a heavy breath. "I want to see her too, but tomorrow. I'm tired" he admits. "Get some sleep" "Want to lay with me..?" "I'd love too" —- Zeke gets released today, he's been in for 5 days. The surgery was a simple one, and they said he's healed enough to go home. He has to wait 14 days to go back to usual activities, but he can go back to school monday.